[He makes a clear distinction between himself and the others. They fight for "android freedom," while he is simply there to warn them and risk his own extermination. Maeve wonders at what point the synthetic people in his world die: do they have a core processor that can be damaged beyond repair? If so, are their memories backed up? Is there a mass server of identity? Of personality?
Like the center of Westworld and the labs, a place where back-ups are kept. How much information is lost, or saved?]
Does he speak to them, too?
[She asks curiously, and would be lying if she said she hadn't considered attempting such a thing on him. Not to change him, but to determine if their code is that similar.]
I say things to them, and they listen. Can you hear it?
[Maeve reaches with the words, pressing intent into them as she pauses to look at him again and extend the whispering. Syllables dredged in suggestion.]
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Like the center of Westworld and the labs, a place where back-ups are kept. How much information is lost, or saved?]
Does he speak to them, too?
[She asks curiously, and would be lying if she said she hadn't considered attempting such a thing on him. Not to change him, but to determine if their code is that similar.]
I say things to them, and they listen. Can you hear it?
[Maeve reaches with the words, pressing intent into them as she pauses to look at him again and extend the whispering. Syllables dredged in suggestion.]